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The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

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To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.
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Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.
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When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if I must die today may it be for myself.
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